i am a beautiful and fucking ugly thing

anoxeric girl

you always talk about the lack of substance that will rumble into your stomach, the cans of food that land sideways, that you swallow every fear you have, every faithless sperm of the men who claim to love you, every molestation of every child abused, but you never tell me how it feels to stick your fingers down your throat, into the cast of obilivion, parting the moist flesh to swallow yourself and forget.